Addison's POV

A strangled sob escapes my throat when the door closes behind him. Eliza places a hand on my good shoulder and Bonzo can't help but side hug me. I pat his arm but the sobbing won't stop. My friends continue working in silence until I'm all bandaged up. They walk in front of me with sad expressions.

"Is there anything we can do?" Eliza asks. Bonzo nods in agreement. I laugh and wipe some tears from my eyes.

"Eliza can you get me a spare uniform from the locker room?" I asked, my nose stuffy.

"Of course." She says. I turn to Bonzo next.

"Could you go check on Zed? Tell him I'm not mad at him." I sniff. Bonzo goes in for another hug which makes me laugh a little. "Thanks Bonzo. I'm ok, I promise!" Bonzo nodded and the two left me alone to run the errands.

Once the door shut back, I broke down again. How could I yell at Zed like that? It's normal that he's upset with himself, he just needs time to think about it and he will see that everything is fine. But I had to go yelling at him and making things worse. Sure, I'm not mad at him, but what if he's mad at me? So mad that he doesn't want me anymore. The thought makes me whimper through a sob.

He's my everything. I can't loose him.

Zed's POV

My mind was racing, trying to think of what I should do, what the best way to approach her would be. Do I go back in there? Do I give her time? Should I just apologize? Comfort her? What if she doesn't want me there? I smack my head against the brick again. Suddenly the door opens and two familiar zombies walk out. Eliza stands in front of me with one hand on her hip while Bonzo sits beside me.

"You're really lucky we love you, ya know?" Eliza commented with a smirk, not wasting more time as she walked away. I sigh and look over at Bonzo.

"Is she ok in there?" I ask, gesturing behind us with my head. Bonzo shrugs.

"Zig za ga." (More or less) He says, then looks me in the eyes. "Har grah gar garziga ra." (She really loves you.) Those words make me smile.

"Did she tell you to say that?" I ask.

"Zon." (No.) He responds. I'm confused for a second but he continues. "Har gozah har zon zigro za." (She says she's not mad at you.) My eyes widen.

"She-she's not?" I clammer. Bonzo nods with a big smile then gives me a big hug that makes me laugh. "Thanks buddy." When he lets go, he gestures to the door.

"Ga rahza har." (Go make up with her.) He tells me. I nod and stand up to head back to my favorite girl's side.

Addison's POV

I have to settle myself down. I do not want Zed to see me like this, it would just upset him and nothing would truest get resolved. I try to breath, deep breaths, in and out, in and out. In through the nose, out through the mouth. It seems to help. I wipe the trails of tears away from my cheeks.

Suddenly, I hear the click of the door about to open, causing my back to stiffen as I anticipated who was about to walk through the doorway. Even just the peek of the hand tells me it's him. My heart is both relieved and constricted with anxiety, unsure of what's going through his mind. His eyes are on the floor as he enters, he turns and shuts the door behind him, then he's slow turn back to me. Is he nervous too?

He turns and our eyes meet and it's like the floodgates in my eyes breaks once again, all that work to compose myself so he wouldn't see was for not. Tears stream down my face again and my hands instinctively reach for him. He clumsily scrambles over to me, tripping over his own feet a couple times before he finally gets to me. The sight makes me giggle a little.

He stands in front of me at arms reach for a moment, our eyes searching deep into the others. And it's like we both can't take it any longer, at the same moment we lunge at one another. I hold him close as my tear continue to stream. He's knelt between my legs as I'm still sitting on the bed, his arms holding me like I'm his most precious possession. I run my fingers through his emerald green hair, pressing my lips to the side of his face and hugging him tighter. Having him in my arms again eases my heart and mind, my sobs settling.

"I'm so sorry Addison." He chokes out. I can tell he's on the verge of tears as well. I giggle and tighten my hold, if that's even possible.

"There's nothing to be sorry for! If anything, I'm sorry for yelling at you to begin with." I reply, Zed pulls back to look at me.

"You're kidding me, right?" He says skeptically. I shake my head and give him my best smile, wiping away the remaining tears to bring my point home.

"We were both very emotional and stressed. But neither of us should have anything to regret." He was about to protest, but I placed a light finger over his lips to let me finish. "I was completely consensual in that bathroom and I know you didn't mean to bite me. Like I said emotions were running high and your zombie side just got a little too excited!" I tease, tapping his nose. He chuckles at that. But I continue. "I love who you are Zed. All the parts of you. I want you to be comfortable in your own skin anytime you're with me. I know you would never mean to hurt me, you've proven that time and time again! And I trust you with my life Zed Necrodopolous."

Zed lets out a breath of relief at my words. Did he really think I could ever be afraid of him? I draw my face closer to his, our eyes locked and refusing to break the connection. Zed quirks his eye brow at me.

~"I know it might be crazy, But did you hear the story?" He sings to me, I smile softly.

~"I think I heard it vaguely" I respond, my eyes sparkle as I anticipate his next move.

~"A girl and a zombie" He brushes my hair behind my shoulder, exposing my bandages shoulder. He leans down and kisses me there. A shiver runs down my spine.

~"Oh, tell me more boy, Sounds like a fantasy" He leans back up and our eyes locking again, sparks flying between us.

~"Oh, what could go so wrong, With a girl and a zombie?" We sing together, our faces closing the gap until our lips meet in the middle.

This kiss is soft, sweet, delicate. Our lips moving in perfect harmony. Both of us pouring our love into this one simple connection of our lips. His hands cup my face, holding me like I might break if he's not careful. My arms snake around his neck to keep our contact a little longer. I'm not ready to let go, and I don't think he is either.

But after a few moments, we have to catch our breath. Zed pressed our foreheads together as we tried to steady our breathing.

"I love you Addy." He whispers. I smile.

"I love you too Zed." I return. He closes his eyes and smiles.

"You have no idea how great it is to hear you say that." He says quietly. I giggle. But he cupped my face again and drew my eyes to his. "I thought I was going to loose you." His eyes look sincere and scared and relieved all at the same time.

"But you didn't! And you won't." I say and it causes him to smile.

"You're right. And I don't plan to, ever." He pecks my lips again, then pulls me in for a quick tight hug. He sits back on his heels and holds my hand on my lap. "How's your shoulder feeling?" He asks. I test the movement, swiveling my arm slightly.

"It seems ok. Sore, but ok!" I tell him.

"Good, but I want you to rest it, ok?" He says, pointing a finger up at me with his head cocked to the side warningly.

"But the game tonight-" I protest, but he sits back up on his knees, holding my face in his hands again.

"Isn't as important as your arm." He continued for me, offering a reassuring smile. I sigh in resign, returning a smile to him.

The loud click of the door grabs our attention as we turn back towards it. Bonzo and Eliza are back. Eliza brings my replacement uniform over while Bonzo sits a armful of apples on the bed beside me, along with a bottle of orange juice.

"Since you lost quite a bit of blood, Bonzo thought you could use an energy boost!" Eliza explains, Bonzo smiles wide and nods. I give him a big smile.

"That's very thoughtful! Thank you!" I exclaim, taking the bottle and gulping down half of it in one big drink. Zed stands up and I see out of the corner of my eye that Eliza is whispering something to him. He's facing away from me but his body language is stiff and nervous. Which concerns me.

I grab the fresh uniform off the bed to go change, thinking they need more space if they aren't wanting me to hear whatever they're talking about. I jump off the bed to my feet and my world fades to black.